The human brain is an amazing thing, so much information must we store in it during a human life. It not only stores memory but also constructs identity. I am sitting at a house where my identity was constructed, but my memories of events here have left me. I am told I helped build that chook pen. My brain has forgotten much and the right side of my body. Memory is a profound ability of the human brain, all of the human senses use in a fashion for memory of events and identity. Sight, smell, sound, touch and there is another but I can’t remember, oh yeh, taste. The long and the short of this post is that my memory is being stimulated visiting places where I once lived. I was walking around Fitzroy the other day, an area I spent many years, and I could vaguely remember the place. I knew which way to turn to get somewhere, I remembered. I went to the “Punters Club” where my band played live music and released a record we recorded. The place has changed and goes by another name now but it was a visit for my recollection. Indeed we don’t fully understand the brain but stimulation is the key fellow coma victims., visit places you once knew, perhaps it will improve your memory. Humans have created a machine that uses memory. I used to be proud of having 1Mb of RAM, now probably at least 8Gb is required, ever expanding memory requirements for computers. Can I upgrade to 1000 terabytes please?

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